Word: eyeful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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From the bench of Georgia's Fulton County superior court, Judge Durwood T. Pye keeps a hot eye on the Atlanta press. Last November, during a civil hearing, Judge Pye barred news photographers not only from the courthouse but from "adjacent sidewalks and streets" (TIME, Dec. 1). Last week Atlanta's two associated papers, the Constitution and the Journal, faced a far stiffer rap from Pye: a $20,000 fine for contempt of court...
...five more rounds the tension made an ordinary TV isolation booth seem like a rest cure. Closing his eyes and mopping his face, Bobby Crossley delivered terricolous amid wild applause. Seventh Grader Joel Montgomery coolly rapped out pastiche, prolegomenous, successfully spelled susurrus when Bobby shakily tiubbed it. Then Joel missed vinaigrous, and so did Bobby, leaving the game at deuce. In Round 30, Joel gracefully pronounced gracilescent and spelled it correctly; it was Bobby's chance to hold the tie. As he stood under the tall microphone, pondering fanfaronade, Bobby's long trousers seemed to sag. Out came...
Supermarkets often shunt private labels to bottom shelves, place their own house brands at eye level. National brands are often stocked in insufficient quantities, and money from national-brand cooperative advertising has been known to find its way to advertise private brands in local newspapers...
...Banker Harold Holmes Helm, 58, expansion-minded chairman of Manhattan's Chemical Corn Exchange Bank, long had his "loving eye" on the New York Trust Co. He knew that a minority of New York Trust shareholders wanted to sell out if they could get a good price. New York Trust's big wholesale banking business (specializing in large industrial accounts) and its seven offices would nicely complement his own 94-office bank doing a largely retail banking business with smaller clients. Last week Helm proposed a merger, swapping 1¾ shares of Chemical Corn stock for one share...
Novelist Wain's assets are a sharp eye for the social fads and furbelows of suburban England, a sharp ear for the mannered vulgarities of middle-class speech. What the book lacks is either the pulse beat of anger or the tart shivers of satirical laughter...